Chapter 14 Oh my god, there really is a murder!
"Boss, could it be that the other party is really in the underworld?"

At this time, the staff member who was in charge of the operation just now spoke cautiously in a low voice.

The host’s specific information cannot be found, and the other party’s account cannot be banned. Even the people in the technical department are helpless. The other party may really be the underworld.

"Haha, maybe it's just a bug. We have to believe in science."

The supervisor's eyes narrowed, and he almost believed it, but he still believed in science. He thanked the two technical staff who came to support him and sent them out.

After returning to work, the supervisor said to the customer service staff: "Pay close attention to the situation of this account, and also relax the other party's flow limit."

"Yes."

After hearing what the supervisor said, the customer service staff breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the flow limit on that account, and secretly compensated the other party with 5000 traffic.

According to the previous reward of more than 300 million, their platform should have given away at least 5000 accounts, but they limited the flow when it reached only accounts.

In case the anchor is really in the underworld, I hope that on the premise that he obeyed orders and secretly compensated, people will not go to him in the middle of the night to reason with him.

"I'll go back to the office first."

The supervisor, who was a little confused, waved his hand and was about to go to his office to rest, but he didn't notice the reclining chair sliding out from another workstation.

"Oh."

The supervisor was bumped by an empty chair and could not help but squat down, holding his stomach.

"I'm sorry, Manager Cheng."

At this moment, the employee who had just left his workstation to get some water hurried over to apologize.

"fine."

Manager Cheng waved his hand, knowing that it was an accident, and walked towards the office with his back bent.

However, just as he reached the glass door, Manager Cheng reached out and grasped the door handle. With a little force, the originally sturdy door handle suddenly fell off.

Manager Cheng, who had most of his body weight on the door handle, was completely unprepared and stumbled into the office. His forehead hit the leg of a nearby table, and he also knocked all the ornaments and items on the table to the ground.

"Manager Cheng."

"Call an ambulance quickly."

The staff who heard the sound immediately gathered around.
-
'This anchor is really good at it.'

'Heh, a user who doesn't show his face directly gave 10 rockets just for asking a question, what a lie.'

'Don't talk nonsense, the second on the list appeared two days ago. The script of this anchor is very careful, and it's a TV series.'

"I can attest to this, the anchor's script is perfect."

'Today's new top three is a little bit crude. A person who lives in a small room and eats takeout actually gave 10 rockets. It's a bit fake.'

'Are the extras the anchor has hired all veteran actors from Hengdian Film Studio? They are so genuine and sincere that they don't look like they are acting.'

'Looking forward to the host's new script.'

'A newcomer has just arrived. What does this anchor do?'

'The new anchor is in the underworld. This script is quite interesting.'

'Anchor, my girlfriend just passed away, can you help me find her?'

Just as Huang Yang was scanning the comment section again, there was a sudden surge of traffic in the live broadcast room, and the number of people online quickly exceeded 5000.

Suddenly, Huang Yang saw a help post, and immediately selected the one who said 'I love you, I never get angry', and connected to the other party's video with a smile: "My friend who never gets angry, may I ask for your girlfriend's simple information? I will find her." "My girlfriend's name is Chen Lan, she is a junior at ** University. She died suddenly in her rental apartment two days ago. The doctor said it was due to overwork."

Talking about this, the young boy with messy hair had sadness in his eyes, as if he has not yet gotten over the fact that his girlfriend left him.

Just based on this image, netizens in the live broadcast room typed '666' and praised each other's wonderful acting skills.

In the eyes of netizens, the anchor has started to make trouble again, and it is a new script.

"Chen Lan?!!"

Huang Yang's eyes couldn't help but narrow when he heard the information from the young man. It seemed that the person he was talking about was a girl who was from the same university as him, from the same class, and who joined the student union at the same time as him.

Huang Yang was prepared for encountering familiar people and things, but he did not expect to meet one so soon.

What he didn't expect was that the short-haired girl, whom he had met a few times, also died.

Without thinking too much, Huang Yang had already found the ghost of the female classmate in a position in row 452, square 15, area 682, and invited her out quickly and easily.

The short-haired girl wore a black tank top and shorts, showing off her good figure. With her beautiful oval face, she was quite pretty, and netizens who were watching the fun typed a lot of 666, and some even asked for her Douyin account.

I don’t know if those netizens dare to pay attention to her after knowing that this girl is really a ghost.

Perhaps, some people with different thinking patterns will be more excited. After all, in Chinese historical legends there is Xu Xian riding a snake and Ning Caichen sleeping like a ghost.

"Is this the underworld?"

Chen Lan, who had briefly recovered his memory, looked around curiously at the dense procession of ghosts. Memories of his previous life came to his mind, and then his eyes fell on the video screen connected to the virtual big screen in front of him. He subconsciously took a small step back in fear, and then angrily cursed: "Li Sheng, you beast, you actually borrowed my ID card to borrow online loans. I have nothing to do with you, why did you do this, and finally I found out, and you watched me have a heart attack and didn't give me medicine."

"I**"

At this time, the boy with messy hair who had a sad face took a few steps back in fear and even crawled directly behind the sofa.

He didn't expect that just by pretending to be affectionate and regretful and pretending to post a request in the comment section of a "Hell Script Anchor", he would actually see a ghost.

The day before yesterday, Li Sheng clearly watched Chen Lan die of a heart attack, yet he still admitted in public that he and Chen Lan were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, and even watched with his own eyes as the funeral home's car took the woman away.

There is no doubt that the other person looks exactly like Chen Lan, and he shouted out his previous private matters, so it must be Chen Lan's ghost.

"Ms. Chen, please don't get excited."

At this time, Huang Yang, who found something wrong, comforted the ghost of his former classmate, and then said to the netizens in the live broadcast room: "I wonder if any enthusiastic netizens in Hangzhou can call the police. The murder case at ** University two days ago was committed by Li Sheng on the other side of the video, who is also a junior at ** University. The other party currently lives in a rental house outside the school."

"This script is too much, making fun of murder and calling the police."

"Oh my god, is the anchor so brave?"

"Anchor, if you write a script like this, be careful of getting banned."

"I just asked my high school classmate at ** University, and two days ago a girl did get raped in a rented house outside the school."

"Oh my god, is there really a murder?"

'No way, is this girl really a ghost?'

"Anchor, I have just reported it. I hate you guys who take advantage of hot events the most."

'Reported.'

"Please rest assured, anchor. I have contacted friends in Hangzhou's Xihu District and they have already rushed over."

Just when many netizens were questioning and calling for reporting, the sharp-eyed Huang Yang quickly found the trace of the top brother on his own list from many comments.

(End of this chapter)